Looking at the counter over on my sidebar it has been over two months since I said goodbye to the possibility of having to buy bunk beds any time soon. I keep trying not to think about it. I might take the counter off, since every time I come here I see it and am reminded of my tragedy.

In other news, the novel that I have been working on for the last 5 years or so of my life has finally taken form, a different form. It is a series of stories trapped inside one book. It is also written differently. It’s not all true, it’s not all false. It’s interesting, though…and will be released within the next year. That is, if I can continue to write as I have been. It’s going well, though. The memoirs of me are no longer being written. I can’t do it. It’s too much…so this is my alternative.